We kinda raced him up the meadow before he would top out and join his cows that went over into the black timber. At the top we had to sprint 250 or so yards on the spine to get within 300 yards where he stopped behind a dead tree just long enough for me to get down on one knee and poke him with a 140 Berger. Needless to say my heart was racing from the jog and I could spit cottonballs!

Thanks guys. It's always funny to see the look on the faces of the UPS guy or the chinese food delivery guy when they look over my shoulder and see these heads on the wall. Believe it or not I still get, "where did you go to Africa?"